the narrative addiction. Stories
compel their victims to believe
in plot, in protagonism, in endings
and starts and mids. Walk away
from spines whose early pages
reveal a penchant for fiction,
a genre for appeal and zeal.
Characters char the person
who hears their cries and
tries and scries, scarring the
breath holders, the death
scolders. Flowers wilt in
the face of time, but time
is a mere structure in the
course of an authorial
act. Artfully escape --
find the window and
peer there, or you will
inevitably become that
which was put down in
text.
Roman Ryan 